It's better than nothing. At least it's a clue he's not making it worse. Though, honestly, for making him worry, maybe Wing should feel worse. Harrumph.

He steps around Wing's frame, scraping the wall with his armor. Sorry. But then again, what's a little paint transfer after that whole Wholesale Destruction Wing had done? "What things? There are like...a thousand fraggin' things here." And he wants to touch all of them. "And how is that gonna help?"